solstice

soft light focus. everyone looks better within the dim. and i smile his direction. he is background and i am forefront. we've left our scarves and dawned better fabric against our skins. welcome smiles and similes. its some sort of something or other that brings them in and gets them drunk off atmosphere and body heat.we keep ourselves liquid and logical. washing messages in secret code and handing them to couriers who will relay what we really need this one to hear. i numb and nuzzle. he fubs and fumbles. they rinse and repeat. we all retreat upstairs to safe havens and realize we've all just left our own party. weary of the wolves that wimper in our ears for more concoction and more attention and more food. how do we dispense ourselves to masses and still have the energy to wake up and catch our planes.